I never really thought I’d have any regrets until now. Here I am, waiting to be put on trial by people who hate me. Oh, how different life would have been if Louis XVI and I never married. The day I married him at just 15, I sealed my fate for good. Meeting him on our wedding day should have been a sign that things were not going to be the best. Don’t even let me get started about life with him after that. We didn’t have sex for the first seven years of our marriage. My brother had to come over to help us out. Soon after that I finally got pregnant with my first child. I was as happy as any mother could be, my marriage was finally giving me something good. I loved him very much, was going to make sure he felt special- I didn’t get to feel special, because I was the 15th child in my family. How special is that? But even with that, I was still homesick and wanted
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I was beauty and he didn’t deserve me. Even though I was the Queen, I had very few official duties. I instead spent my time socializing. The French people weren’t really my fans, which is why I’m waiting for my trial right now.
It was not my fault, but they would not listen. as conditions worsened for ordinary French people, I was the target for their rage. how do you think that made me feel? Cartoonists and pamphleteers depicted me as an “Austrian whore”!! They said I was doing everything I could to undermine the French nation.
As time went on, things got worse and eventually I lost custody over my young son. I love him with all my heart and would never do anything to hurt him. He was forced to accuse me of sexual abuse and incest! I would never do anything to hurt my child. I love him with all my heart, I’d die for him. I know that I am going to be convicted and sent to the guillotine, I just don’t want him to see me when it happens. I want for him to remember me how I used to be, not his dead mother. I’ve made my peace, and just have to accept my
I was beauty and he didn’t deserve me. Even though I was the Queen, I had very few official duties. I instead spent my time socializing. The French people weren’t really my fans, which is why I’m waiting for my trial right now.
It was not my fault, but they would not listen. as conditions worsened for ordinary French people, I was the target for their rage. how do you think that made me feel? Cartoonists and pamphleteers depicted me as an “Austrian whore”!! They said I was doing everything I could to undermine the French nation.
As time went on, things got worse and eventually I lost custody over my young son. I love him with all my heart and would never do anything to hurt him. He was forced to accuse me of sexual abuse and incest! I would never do anything to hurt my child. I love him with all my heart, I’d die for him. I know that I am going to be convicted and sent to the guillotine, I just don’t want him to see me when it happens. I want for him to remember me how I used to be, not his dead mother. I’ve made my peace, and just have to accept my